I know I am going nuts. After trying to clean up my OS notices, I hit delete and it didn’t respond. I actually talked to my laptop and said…what about DELETE don't you understand ?
This is the second time today I have a discussion with an inanimate object.
Maybe I am too close to my Mac Book. Maybe we should take a break and look at the relationship differently. After all, it is only a ‘machine’. Or is it?
Looking back to my college days…1959 to be exact, I wrote my first really good essay. It was about the future of robots in manufacturing. I won some kind of intercollegiate prize.
My hypothesis was that even if machines were able to build their own spare parts, and thereby effectively reproduce, they would still be subject to destruction by natural events such as water/rust and power outages. (Remember this was 1959). And I was an English major. Please don’t ask me how I wrapped the thing up. It was so long ago I can’t remember.
However, even before I had a computer I was fascinated with technology and how it might change my life. When it comes to the newest stuff…I want it all.
Anyway, I just told the phone to shut up. No, really, I asked it to shut up! I think I need to get out of the house for a while.
However if you invite me to a party, please ask me to bring my Mac for entertainment. She has good recipes, fine music and pictures of my grandchildren. All eight of them. You won’t be sorry…I promise.
Think you could live without yours? I know that I am addicted to mine. On my deathbed I will probably ask the nurse to go on-line and see if I have any messages.
Whadda ya’ think? Am I nuts?
(don't answer that, Chicken Maaan)